Passionate Desperate Love
And I don't have hopes and dreams
I don't have anything
Since I don't have you
I don't have fond desires
And I don't have happy hours
I don't have anything
Since I don't have you
I don't have happiness
And I guess I never will have it again
When you walked out on me
In walked all misery
And it's been here since then
For I don't have love to share
I don't have one who cares
I don't have anything
Since I don't have you
Oo...Oo...Oo...
Mmm...
Beatiful People
Come and hear the funeral marchin'
Maybe this is your suicide
Maybe this is more pure
Pure and simple
Maybe this is all I have for
Home, home, home, daddy
Why have all your beautiful people,
Brushed you on down, down
Brushed you on down
Whoo, home, home, home, daddy, yeah
Hoo, hoo, daddy yeah
Hoo, hoo, daddy yeah
Hoo, hoo, daddy yeah
Hoo, hoo, daddy yeah
Whoo, home, home, home, daddy, yeah.
I saw the shame inside your addiction.
Hatin' to see what was passed on by
I saw the shame and wondered why
I should live and die.
Leave a note and tell me
Leave a note and tell me why
Leave a note and tell me
Leave a note and tell me why
Why have all your beautiful people,
Brushed you on down, down
Brushed you on down
Whoo, home, home, home, daddy, yeah
Hoo, hoo, daddy yeah
Hoo, hoo, daddy yeah
Hoo, hoo, daddy yeah
Hoo, hoo, daddy yeah
Whoo, home, home, home, daddy, yeah.
(c) 2002 Island Def Jam Music Group